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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.