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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
PIL,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.