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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.