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 Laos and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.