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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.