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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.