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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.