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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Japan,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.