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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.