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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.