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 Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.