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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.