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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Nico,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Moebius,
The Martian,
AZ,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.