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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.