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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.