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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.