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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
The Names,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.