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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.