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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.