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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.