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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.