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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Can,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.