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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.