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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Skriet,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.