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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
the Germs,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.