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 Thailand 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.