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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
The Move,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.