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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
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.