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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.