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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.