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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
UT,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.