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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.