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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.