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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Aswad,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.