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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Fear,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.