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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Mars,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Organ,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.