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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.