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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.