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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.