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 Bolivia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Television,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.