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 Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 CMW to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.