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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.