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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.