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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Deakin,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Technova,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.