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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 DJ Style to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
the Association,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.