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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Whodini,
Fear,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.