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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.