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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Magma,
MC5,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.