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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
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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.