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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Gap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
The Monks,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.