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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.