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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Pylon,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.