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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
UT,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.