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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Index,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.