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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.