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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.