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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.