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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.