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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.