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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Main Source to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
10cc,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.