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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.