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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Monks,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.