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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Trumans Water 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.