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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Darondo,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.