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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.