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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Smog,
The Names,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.