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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.