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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.