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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
UT,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.