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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.