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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.