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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
AZ,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.