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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.