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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Darondo,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.