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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.