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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Index,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.