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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.