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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.