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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Mars,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.