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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.