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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.