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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.