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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.