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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Oblivians,
UT,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.