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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.