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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Brick,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.