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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.