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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.