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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
ABC,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.