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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.