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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lyres,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.