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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.