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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Aswad,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.