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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Cameo,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Television,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.