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 Hungary and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dave Gahan 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.