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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 spring reverb 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 EPMD to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.