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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.