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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.