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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.