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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.