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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Organ,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.