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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Moebius,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.