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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.