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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.