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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.