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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.