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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.