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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.