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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.