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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
UT,
Smog,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.