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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.