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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.