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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Scion,
Zapp,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.