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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.