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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.