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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
The Motions,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.