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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.