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 Ecuador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.