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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.