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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.