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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.