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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.