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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.