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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.