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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.