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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.