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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.