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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.