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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gories to the rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
MC5,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Visage,
10cc,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.