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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Index,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Faust,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.