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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.