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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.