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 Italy 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.