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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.