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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
June of 44,
Swans,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.