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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.