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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.