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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan 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 jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.