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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.