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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.