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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.