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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.