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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.