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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.