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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.