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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.