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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills 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?
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.