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 Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.