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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.