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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.