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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.