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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.