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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Crime,
Mars,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.