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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.