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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.