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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.