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 Italy and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.