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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.