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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.