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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.