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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
UT,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.