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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Todd Terry 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.