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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.