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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cowsills to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.