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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Gong,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.