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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.