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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.