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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.