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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.