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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.