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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Gong,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Lyres,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.