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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.