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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.