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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.