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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.