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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.