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 Bahrain 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.