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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.