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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.