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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Technova,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.