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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.