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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.