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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.