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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
DNA,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.