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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Franke,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.