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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
AZ,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.