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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.