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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.