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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.