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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.