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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.