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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.