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 Cyprus 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Wings,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.