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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.