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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.