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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
JFA,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.