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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.