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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.