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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.