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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.