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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.