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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Red Krayola to the funk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.