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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.