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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.