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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.