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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Monks,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.