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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.