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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.