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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.