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 Switzerland 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.