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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.