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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.