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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.