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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.