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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.