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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.