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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.