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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Lakeside 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.