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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.