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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.