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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.