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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.