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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.