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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
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You don't know what you really want.
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