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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.