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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Smiths,
Scion,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.