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 Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
UT,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.