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 Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.