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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Aswad,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.