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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Howard Jones 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.