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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.