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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 sitar 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.