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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.