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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.