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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Gong,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.