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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.