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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.