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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.