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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.