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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.