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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.