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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.