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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.