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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.