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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.