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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.