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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.