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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.