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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.