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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.