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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.