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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.