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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.