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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.