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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Scion,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
CMW,
Yaz,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.