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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.