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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.