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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.