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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 U.S. Maple 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.