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 Canada and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.