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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Remains to the techno 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.