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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Christie 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Magma,
Index,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.