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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.