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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Darondo,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.