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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.