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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal 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?
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.