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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.