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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.