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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.