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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Fear,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.