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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.