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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
the Human League,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.