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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.