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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 organ 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Slave,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.