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 France and from Toronto.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.