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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.