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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.