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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Wire,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.