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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.