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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.