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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Magma,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.