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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.