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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.