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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.