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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.