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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.