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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.