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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Section 25,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.