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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.