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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.