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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.