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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.