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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Organ to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.