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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.