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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.