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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.