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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.