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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Scion,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.