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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.