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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.