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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
X-101,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.