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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.