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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.