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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.