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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.