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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.