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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Japan,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.