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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.