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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.