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 Benin and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
The Gories,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Magma,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.