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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.