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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.