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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.