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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Can,
Technova,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.