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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
10cc,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.