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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.