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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 marimba 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.