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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
MC5,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.