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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.