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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.