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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.