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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Can,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.