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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.