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 Libya 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.