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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.