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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Rekid,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.