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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.