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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.