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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.