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 Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.