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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
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.