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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.