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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Index,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.