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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.