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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
The Slits,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.