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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.