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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.