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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Fear,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.