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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Slave to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.