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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.