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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.