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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.