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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Mars,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.