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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.