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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.