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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.