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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
UT,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
the Germs,
Television,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.