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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
The Litter,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.