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 Panama 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.