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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s 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 Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.