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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.