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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.