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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.