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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.