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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Smog,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.