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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 marimba 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.