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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.