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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.