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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.