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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.