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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quantec to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Television,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.