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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.