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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.