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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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?
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.