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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.