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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.