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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.