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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.