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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.