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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.