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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Television Personalities 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.