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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.