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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
The Index,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.