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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 The Searchers to the disco 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.