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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.