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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Gories to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.