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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.