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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.