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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.