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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.