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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.