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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.