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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.