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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Franke,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.