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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.