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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Fear,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.