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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.