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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.