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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.