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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 DJ Style to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.