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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.