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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.