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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.