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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.