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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.