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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.