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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.