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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
DNA,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.