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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.