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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.