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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.