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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
The Names,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.