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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
JFA,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.