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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.