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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.