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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.