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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Suicide,
the Human League,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.