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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.