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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
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Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.