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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Nas,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.