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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.