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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
MC5,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.