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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
UT,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Smog,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.