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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.