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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.