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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.