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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.