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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.