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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Swans,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.