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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.