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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.