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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.