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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.