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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.