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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
The Slits,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.