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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
the Association,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.