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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.