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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Index,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.