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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Pagans to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.