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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.