Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fear. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.