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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.