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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.