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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.