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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.