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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.