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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.