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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.