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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.