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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.