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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.