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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.