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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.