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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Crime,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.