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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.