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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.