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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Pole,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.