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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.