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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.