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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
UT,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.