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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
The Index,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.