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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.