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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.