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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.