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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.