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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.