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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.