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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Ituana,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.