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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.