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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.