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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.