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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.