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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.