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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.