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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.