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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.