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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.