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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.