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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Ludus,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.