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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Evens to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.