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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.