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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.