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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Index,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.