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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.