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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.