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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.