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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.