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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.