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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.