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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.