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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.