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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.