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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Quadrant,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.