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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.