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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic 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?
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.