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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.