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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.