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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.