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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
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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.