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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented 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?
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.