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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.