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 Niger and from Accra.
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 Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.