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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
cv313,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.