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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Ohio Players 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.