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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.