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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.