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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.