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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.