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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.