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 the UAE and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Scion,
The Index,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.