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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.