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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.