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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.