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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.