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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.