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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.