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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Whodini,
Q65,
X-101,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.