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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.