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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.