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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Ronan,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.