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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 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?
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.