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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.